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Poor Cow, by Peter Bjorn And John

When all is gone and things go wrong
We don't need them anymore
The artifacts and all they lack
We don't need them anymore

I don't have the means and so it seems
For now I can't participate
But I waited long, now the dollar's strong again
I still can't participate

When we don't consume, it seems we are immune
To all of the faults they sell
You know as well as I, that's a lie

'Cause I wanna spend, I wanna spend
In a never ending story but it always ends
I wanna spend, I wanna spend
In a never ending story but it always ends

And when I die, the angels will try
To count all my belongings
To measure my word, pure gold solitaire
To see if I'm worth keeping

But the house I rent and the car I drive
I'm sorry but they ain't mine
You know I as well as I, that's no lie

'Cause I wanna spend, I wanna spend
In a never ending story but it always ends
I wanna spend, I wanna spend
In a never ending story but it always ends
And it always ends and it always ends
 
And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades
Oh, the thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to love
In a one-stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon
The killer of love
Caught the last, late Niagara bus
By chance or escaping from misery
By suddenness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down again
And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain
The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again
Can make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset
In vain, lovers claimed
That they never had met
Smoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down again
 
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall
 
Whatever did happen to your soul?
I heard you sold it
To some old boy who lived uptown
Who could afford it
So what's gonna happen to you now?
Therapy, pharmacy

Crazy
That's what you'd like to believe
But it ain't easy when you're goin' crazy
Over the rainbow

"I think your story's jive," she said
There ain't nothin' wrong with me
If I use it to get me some sympathy
Some ecstasy, a memory
I wanna remember me

Crazy
That's what you'd like to believe
But it ain't easy when you're goin' crazy
Over the rainbow

Crazy, crazy
Crazy over you

Crazy about you
Crazy without you
Crazy over you
 
I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue
I lie awake.
I was waiting for the clouds to break.
No doubt you've heard about the door in through the Northern Pole.
It's hard to believe.
Are there people living underneath?
I hear they live on fruit and air.
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear.
I hear they're good at parking cars.
I hear they want to be like we are.

They'll move next door.
They'll be a part of the neighborhood
but as sad as we are, the company must love the misery.
Now we're on the darkside of forever,
I fear them hard times are beginning for real.
I hear their sky is pink all day.
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear.
I hear they sneak around at night.
I hear they want to be like we are.

We stay up late.
We're waiting for the clouds to break.
Through the barbecue smoke, men from Mars!
It's no joke. We're not alone
and eager eyes watch the sky.
My new buddies and me, we say,
"Misery must love company."
Now we're on the darkside of forever,
I hear them hard times are beginning for real.

I lie awake, waiting for the clouds to break.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.
 
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